**Annabel's POV**
A stir in my body jolted me awake, as if I'd been yanked from a dream. My eyes were still heavy, my mind shrouded in a dim fog, but I felt a deep, warm fullness in my vagina. My breath caught; that sensation, familiar yet so intense, pulled me instantly into reality. Leonardo… my Lord. His penis was already inside me, moving in a slow but deliberate rhythm. My heart began to flutter in my chest, my cheeks burning with a shy flush.
"Ahh…" My moan slipped from the shadows of sleep, echoing softly in the room, trembling and faint.
As I half-opened my eyes, I groggily noticed the room's dimness now pierced by the bright light of the sun.
Though I was still waking, my body felt exhausted, heavy, like a leaf tossed in a storm, yet… strangely alive. The silk sheets of the bed clung to my skin, brushing against me with every movement, reminding me of the night before. For a moment, I forgot where I was, but then his scent…. That deep, masculine fragrance hit me, and everything came rushing back. Leonardo. My Lord. My Master.
My heart thumped like a caged bird, and I felt the marks he'd left on my body. On my neck, my shoulders, the faint sting of his teeth; on my hips, the redness where his hands had gripped tightly; on my lips, slightly swollen from the ferocity of his kisses, a small cut lingering. And my vagina… God, it was still slick with his semen, tender, throbbing with warmth. The hours of fiery lovemaking last night had drained my body yet left it oddly invigorated. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I closed my eyes, as if I could suppress these sensations. But the spark inside me, the echoes of that pleasure, still quivered.
He had claimed me repeatedly through the night, leaving my body spent, but now, in the soft light of morning, he was inside me again, as if he never intended to stop. His desire for me was the dream I'd held when we first met. Oh, if only it had all begun like this... No! I can't dwell on the past. I can't be angry with God for granting me happiness late. I can only embrace it.
I opened my eyes again, my gaze drifting to his face. Leonardo's eyes gleamed with a wild yet controlled passion, his lips curved into that familiar, predatory smile.
"Good morning, Annabel." he said, his voice deep, commanding, but this morning laced with a hint of mockery, as if he were amused by my exhaustion. His penis moved slowly inside me, each thrust filling the sensitive walls of my vagina, sending waves through my body.
"My Lord…" I whispered, my voice breaking with shyness, almost a plea. My eyes dropped, unable to bear the intensity, but his presence reignited the fire within me.
His hands found my hips, tracing the redness left from the night before. When his fingers brushed my skin, a sharp wave of pleasure surged through me. "Ohh…" My moan escaped, an uncontrollable whisper. My shyness set my cheeks ablaze, but his every movement consumed me. His penis slid deeper, the slickness of his semen making each thrust smooth and intense. Though exhausted, my body responded; my vagina clenched around him, tiny sparks igniting at my most sensitive spots.
"My Lord… please… slower…" I stammered.
My vagina was so sensitive that each movement felt like both pleasure and a faint sting. But this plea was merely a shadow of my shyness, because the growing desire within me wanted nothing more than to surrender to his rhythm. My eyes met his, my gaze lost in his. His lips descended to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, drawing another moan from my lips.
"Ohhh… My Lord…" My voice was fragile under the weight of pleasure, but his every touch peeled away another layer of my shyness.
His movements quickened, each thrust harder, deeper. His hands gripped my hips tightly, his fingers dancing over the redness, and my body arched like a taut bow.
His lips slid to my breasts, the warmth of his tongue finding my nipples, and my nails dug into the sheets.
"Ohh… God… Ahhh!"
My moans filled the room's silence as my shyness succumbed to the waves of pleasure.
My vagina clenched tightly around his penis, the slickness of his semen making every movement more intense, more fluid. My body, swept away by his rhythm, surged like the tide.
In a moment, he shifted our position, gently turning me so my face pressed into the pillow. His fists planted on either side of my head. With my body face-down, my hips, back, and entire lower spine were at his mercy.
This new angle allowed his penis to reach even deeper, and my breath hitched.
"Ahhh… so deep!" I cried, my voice stripped of shyness, filled only with pleasure.
My eyes half-closed, my lips parted; his every movement dragged me into the heart of a storm. His fingers slid to my clitoris, tracing gentle but deliberate circles, and a volcano erupted within me.
"My Lord… I'm… coming!" My voice turned into a scream, my body trembling as my nails dug into the sheets, my vagina clenching tighter around him. In that moment, at the peak of pleasure, my shyness vanished entirely; there was only his fire, only his presence.
But he didn't stop. His lips moved to my shoulder, my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, each bite sparking like a flare in my body. His movements grew faster, harder; each thrust hit the most sensitive parts of my vagina. Then his arms coiled around my neck like a serpent, gently tightening but careful not to hurt me. Somehow, this - his restraint even in his wildest moments - drove me even wilder.
"Leonardo… please…" I said, unsure if it was a plea or a demand for more.
A second wave, stronger, more intense, enveloped me.
"Ahhhhh-MMmmmmmn… AHHHHNNG!" I cried, my voice echoing off the walls. My eyes met his, and my view lost in his wild gaze. It was as if I'd fallen under a love spell; both terrified and utterly surrendered to this fire.
Then I heard his breath quicken, a deep, guttural growl filling the room's silence. His penis paused for a moment, then I felt a hot, intense surge. His semen poured into my cervix, filling every corner of my vagina with its warmth, igniting me like a volcano.
"AHHHH… Leonardo!" My voice became a scream, filling every corner of the room. My vagina clenched tightly around his penis, convulsing with waves that brought pleasure stronger and more intense than before.
In that moment, a storm raged through my body. The walls of my vagina trembled with the warmth of his semen, the pressure at my cervix awakening the deepest, most primal pleasure. It was as if my soul had left my body, swept away by the waves of ecstasy. My nails dug into the sheets, muffled moans rising from my face buried in the pillow.
"Ohhh… God… AHHHHNNG!" Each contraction, as my vagina gripped his penis tighter, sent me climbing to the peak of pleasure. This wasn't just an orgasm; it was as if my entire being had merged with him, reshaped by his fire.
"Annabel…" he murmured, his voice deep, wild, yet still laced with that controlled authority. "You are mine." Those words fanned the flames within me; my shyness melted away under his claim.
As his release filled my vagina, my body shuddered again. A second orgasm, as intense as the first, perhaps stronger, consumed me. "AHHHH… I'm coming!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls as my eyes fluttered, my lips trembled. My vagina clenched around his penis, convulsing with waves that merged with the warm pressure at my cervix, making the pleasure unbearable. It was as if my body was reborn in his semen, in his presence.
When his movements slowed, our breaths mingled, echoing in the morning's quiet. His still-hard penis remained inside me, as if he had no intention of pulling out. The sensitivity of my vagina stole my breath for a moment. My body, pressed into the pillow, trembled; my hips, my back, every inch of me bore his marks. He gently turned me onto my side, his arms wrapping around me, his chest pressing against my back. His breath grazed my neck like a warm breeze.
I think I've already been claimed…